REFLECTIONS ON OUR SHIPS

Driftinga ship at sailweighted to the wind’s whimcaptive to the currents that may comeservant to the sway of the stormsfated to the fickle folly that lies in waitdowndeep downdeep in the depths below the ebb and flowbeneath the ripples and reflections

beneath the ripples and reflectionsbeyond the foggy mistswe send our shipsnow driftingcutting through the currentthe coast no longer his concernthe mountains will mourn him in his passingthe leaves will return to the brancheswhen spring falls and the fog liftsand we wait in hopefor the return of our ships